God speaks the world into being, by His Word, by His Son. What do we
do, then, when we hear words we can’t stomach?

Sagebrush is a word of God that evokes desolation, loneliness, and
drought. On even deeper levels it speaks of fruitlessness, the
bitterness of exile, and of apostasy. The closer one bends his ear
towards the sagebrush, the starker and grimmer the story. So, too, with
certain places in the church, where some of the branches on the vine
have become so dedicated to fruitlessness that they install as Bishop
of New Hampshire an open homosexual, Gene Robinson.

On a drive through Eastern Washington, the author finds himself
surrounded by the giant sagebrush, the dry land it grows in, and the
brazen sky above it. Wondering at the story God is telling in the
desert—in both Eastern Washington and New
Hampshire—he
drives farther, because the God who raises the dead never lets death
have the final word. (120 pages/paperback/perfect bound)